An open letter to myself: Slow down and breathe.

I’m a second-year medical student at St. George’s University in Grenada. If you are also a medical student or in a similar, grueling field, you can probably relate. I’m mainly writing this as a way to vent and get out all of this anxiety. But also because I know there are others in my class, and in the world in general, who feel the same way. If you know me, you know I hate crying and hate being weak. Well, today will be that exception. Today, I need to open up so I can move on. Feel free to share this post with anyone who needs a reality check or just needs some reassurance that this too shall pass. Continue reading

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Five things to do before graduation

Today marks my last “last day of classes,” or LDOC, at UNC Chapel Hill. Over the past four years here, I’ve pretty much kept my head in the books and slaved away in the library. But now with two week left before graduation, I’m going to try and do some fun things before I head off in to the scary place that is the real world. Continue reading

Five goals for 2015

Another year has come and gone and I still haven’t made a resolution. I’m not usually one for resolutions, seeing that the majority of people give up within the first two weeks into the new year. Instead, I want to set aside five goals for the year – five things I want to (and know I can) accomplish.

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How to tell if you are turning into a common white girl

In my almost four years of college, I think I’m starting to turn into a “common white girl.” I also dressed up as one for Halloween – the costume was a hit, so I guess I did it right!

So how do you know you are becoming one? Here are five warning signs:

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Managing stress

I decided to write this post after a tiring day of very little sleep, no food, meetings and tons of work. I was still recovering from a nasty cold and already had a pounding headache. Work was pretty hectic that night and no one was happy and did what humans do best: freak out. I came back to my dorm confused and shaking and at some point I realized I even had tears. Yeah, me crying is a very odd sight. I sat on my bed trying to figure out the reason why I had these stupid little salty droplets running down my face and then I finally realized – I was exhausted and I was stressed.

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